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What really initiates someone to write? Is it completely necessary that something needs to happen for someone to write, as in some kind of event which forces the person to document it. Few write on others, they are the observer type. They’ll see, analyse and then put it down all on paper… like a thesis paper. There are others who imagine… cook up stories and write. A modified and a glorified form of schizophrenics, these writers slowly start living in their characters world and start thinking and behaving in that particular way.
Wait, what was my point. Nothing. I never have a point. The aforesaid lines is what I think is true, mostly because I was bored and wanted to write something so I became Opinionated. What the hell, a bored and an uninterested person can do that.
And, moreover, I wanted to write something, so here it is.
It is not a theory, which I came up with impromptu. And neither was it well-thought, so, this mess! But there is a point. Why does someone write? To vent out pent up anger, to document their story, or they like telling stories, or they like talking about others. What is it? Authors like, Spohie Kinsella ( Author of the Shopaholic series) they like to talk about shopping; I don’t want to sound condescending here, but please take a moment and think about it. Shopping? You will write more than dozen books on that?? Well, that as well requires talent. She is a great writer, no second thoughts about it, but then there is a limit to bull shit about something. Fine call me biased and wanna be intellectual but that’s what I feel. Though I myself have read one of the books by Kinsella, and it is quite entertaining. But how long do you keep reading the same topic. Forget the reading part, atleast the readers have the option of NOT picking your book off the shelf, but I am thinking about the writer… how can you go and on and on, endlessly about shoes, shopping other likewise subjects? There should be a proper mix and also a taste with which you write.
Or there is another explanation to this. A writer friend of mine, once said, that a book should be such, which always keeps the readers on his/her toes. So basically, you write not for yourself but for the readers. But as far as my memory goes, reading and writing has always been an indulgence for me; I have loved every bit of what I wrote and what I read, except few terrible reads. I think, when you are reading you don’t go by that theory. It is the personal choice of the reader which if matches with the author’s, you have got yourself a hit book! But even if you write something, and think that “oh this might sell…” it might actually not. That’s the best part about books, or for that matter movies… or anything related to story telling. The narrator and the listener, they are eventually bonded by this relationship which has no term. So if the author writes about a married woman and her family and weaves a beautiful story with the complications that she and her family faces. You know something like, jhumpa Lahiri’s “Unaccustomed Earth” … I loved the book. The thing with all these award winning writers is that, whatever they write, because they are so good and maybe made that way, most of the time whatever they write, sells good. But it doesn’t establish the fact that they write what they write for selling. Atleast you don’t feel that when you read them. They are so convinced with what they write, and I think the conviction really matters sometimes.
Maybe that’s why I will never be able to write, cuz I have no convictions at all  I know it sounds bad, but till now, I haven’t really felt strongly about anything concrete you know. I have fleeting thoughts, which will not last till the end of a book. Maybe that’s the reason I am happy blogging. Or write for my paper. It at least makes me write.
Again, I digressed 
Anyway… nothing else to say or write… so I will leave you guys with this thought. Are writers document their story or some story which they think the readers will like?
Take care… all!

P.S: The thought lasted quite long! :)

It is way past midnight and I was going through my older post and also chatting up with a colleague when he mentioned something about a pic of mine. The pic was taken in Pondicherry and it has been quite sometime now since that happened. But i was suddenly thrown back in time and it was awesome!

I have been to Pondicherry many times, but that by far was the best... reasons unknown, noooo... reasons are known to me... I fell in love in that trip! :) I know it is embarrassing to mention all this on your blog but who cares, i am celebrating my love! :)

On a serious note, I cannot really pen down each and every moment of that trip, but that trip was the single most memorable thing (at least one of the very few..) which is etched in heart and mind. I will not not not and never forget that visit. It was so impulsive, so intoxicating, and so romantic! And the best part was we did nothing... we absolutely did nothing. We were there for 3 days, it was supposed to be 2 days, but we extended it to one more day.. we went cycling one day... :) :) we went and ate Pizza at Pizza Hut, cuz I liked ringing the bell(he doesnt know about this i guess) ... and cuz of that whim of mine someone had to pay 500 bucks! :D We ate a lot! and then we drank a lot of beer at ajantha, he had scotch... he likes that... and the next day, we slept till late evening. Woke up at some 9 in the night and realized that the hotel will shut its gates at some 10:00..... and he ran to get some food... ohh... and he got a lot of food! :) :) i am so happy i am writing this... I always wanted to write about this but don't know why I didn't write... Thanks BG! :)

early morning, like big goofs we would just walk down the stairs and go to the rocky beach and just sit there... make fun of fat people doing their regular exercises and then all of a sudden he'll be all serious and ask me not to laugh and how the exercises are really useful and me in a very childish way, seriously listen to him.. :) he he!

The hotel faced the sea, unfortunately, we got a really bad room and it was NOWHERE close to the sea, and it was a sultry, hot and an AC-less room! but it was not a hindrance... I still love the room... Oh, remarkable memories... I know something, however many trips I make in my life, that trip was one and the only one which I would want to relive..
Thanks kunal.... for giving it to me.. :) :) thank you so much... I know this sounds like a dear diary moment, but it is... and I want to share it with whoever reads my blogs or doesnt.. :) u know..

It was an awesome trip. Every minute, every moment of that trip is missed by me.. Fortunately I am with the same person... but since other petty things like money, and job and stupid fucking career has taken the priority and the big question of FUTURE is hanging like a naked sword on us... we have stopped enjoying the moments and we have stopped appreciating each other...and now being in different cities altogether becomes tough sometimes.... But KS.... You are the best! and I love you so much..... :)

With Love...
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This is not an intellectual moment. This is a very personal and awaited second of my life, which is why I am penning it down so that I can remember it for the rest of my life, and also publishing it as I just want to.

This is the golden period of my life. Or so I like to think. There are still issues which I need to sort out in my personal as well as professional life, but it still feels as if the best time of my life.

I have not got this appreciation and this surge of ideation that I am going through right now. If you had known me a year ago (a lot of people who do that will read this.. so they know.. they would have found me sitting with a tea and smokes and then again tea and smoke and ‘n’ number of teas and smokes in the canteen or a small ‘chai’ shop and found me cribbing and abusing the system or someone in the system. And later in solitude, I would be cursing myself and crying or just fight with my guy and then cry and then blame it all on him... that’s the best part. Right now, it is not so.

I am laughing, I am happy, I am thinking, positively thinking about everything. Few weeks ago, trust me this was not the condition, I was, as I said earlier, grumpy with a tea and smoke! But everything changed in the meeting the other day with my seniors when they handed me over with a show called ‘Goodlife Mantra’. It was supposed to be a half an hour show and a daily one that too. It was revamped. And I was supposed to be producing the entire thing by myself. The revamped version was supposed to be an outdoor shoot with a new topic everyday!

Where would I find a new topic daily? Where would the guests come from? What will be the content for every new show? And what will be the format? OK one by one… no format was the mantra for Goodlife mantra; I decided not to block the show in any format. There will be no format and that was the format! And thereafter, after finding solution to the one problem everything fell in place. And after a month and a half of that meeting I have produced more than 30 shows and it was the highest trp generating show for the channel.

But that was not it; I had lot of issues while and when I was on location, when I was not on location. My anchor, my camera people, my assistant… you know the initial teething problems; and I prevailed over everything. Every small issue that came by was not that colossal any more. There was nothing bigger than the show and there will be nothing bigger than the show. Anchor was bad, but it became better, Loki had an issue but I knew I could not do it without him and I did’t have to because I made him stay back and he is the star now… and so on and so forth.

It is like, on a rainy day you are crossing a road. You have mud and splash all over your self. And then through that tedious and dirty journey you end up reaching a beautiful meadow… with green grass and a tree, and clear sky with sun shining high in the sky but it still be raining. And there is no dirt, no puddle, no mud, and no splash. And you'll be at the end of the world just enjoying the rain and thanking god that he (or whoever it is) gave you the opportunity. That is like romancing with life.

Just like a first date. Where you expect nothing, where you just give and receive, unconditionally. And that first eye contact, and that first touch and then the first kiss… yes. I kissed life! And it was wonderfully weird. Just so amazing!

And just like the first dates get over really soon, I know even this wont stay for a very long time, that’s exactly why I am writing this piece so that when tomorrow I don’t go through such a time, I may have something to remind me that life is not always the same and it will surprise you at some point and that’s why it is the best affair you can ever have. An affair with life! And just like every first thing that you do doesn’t remain first, I want myself to remember that this show was the first and all the subsequent ones can never be the so… 

While I finish writing this, I am crossing my fingers and hoping not to jinx whatever good is happening to me doesn’t get over too soon… so don’t jinx it and don’t read it too many times..
Regards!

On July 16, 1969, million people from all over the country in the USA, converged on CAPE KENNEDY, FLORIDA, to witness the launching of Apollo 11 that carried astronauts to the moon.

On august 15, a good no of people converged on BETHEL in NEW YORK, NEAR THE TOWN OF Woodstock, to witness a rock music festival.

Readers must be wondering, as to what connection does a rock show have with the launching of Apollo 11?? These two were the greatest news of that year not philosophical theories. These were facts of our actual existence the kind of facts which philosophy has to do nothing with. But if one cares to understand the meaning of these two events – to grasp their roots and their consequences – one will understand the power of philosophy and learn to recognize the specific forms in which philosophical abstractions appear in our actual existence. The issue discussed here is the alleged dichotomy between reason and emotion.

This distinction between reason and emotion has been presented in many variants in the history of philosophy but, there is a very colourful and discrepant view given by FREDRICH NIETZSCHE, in his book, “ THE BIRTH OF TRAGEDY FROM THE SPIRIT OF MUSIC”. He observed two opposite elements in Greek tragedy, which he saw as metaphysical principles inherent in the nature of reality. One was the Greek god of light; APOLLO, and the other was the Greek god of wine; DIONYSUS. According to Nietzsche’s metaphysics:

Apollo is the symbol of beauty, order, wisdom, efficacy- that’s the symbol of reason. DIONYSUS on the other hand, is the symbol of drunkenness, wild primeval feeling, orgiastic joy, the dark, the savage, and the unintelligible element in man – i.e. the symbol of emotion.

From a simpler point of view, Apollo is a necessary but an unreliable element thus an inferior guide to existence that gives man a superficial view of reality – the illusion of an orderly universe. Dionysus is the free, unfettered spirit that offers man, by means of a mysterious intuition induced by wine and drugs a more profound vision of a different kind of reality and is thus the superior of the two. Apollo represents the principal of individuality and Dionysus, leads man into complete self forgetfulness and into merging with the oneness of nature. Reason, is the faculty of an individual, to be exercised individually and it is only dark irrational emotions, expunging one’s mind that can enable a man to melt, merge, and dissolve into a mob or a tribe.

So the question which comes up is does it hurt then being an emotional person? The reply to this question isn’t possible in word. The person inclined towards Apollo would simply refute or shun the idea of being emotional, but, at one point all of us feel. An emotional person has a high level of feeling, but it is a good thing. It is not an issue how many times you get hurt, the issue is that you don’t loose the power to feel. When you loose the power to feel, you loose the power to get hurt, which maybe a bright side to most people. But basically it is the power to be happy. You can never fell with your mind; you have to feel with your heart. You got to get that heart broken once so that you can put it together and treasure it.

I think I got deviated from the main stream, what I wanted to deduce is not this, but something drastically different. I want to make it crystal clear to folks out there that, it is not true that reason and emotion are irreconcilable antagonists or that emotions are wild unknowable and ineffable element in human beings. But this is what emotions become for those who don’t know how they feel and who attempt to subordinate reason to their emotions. I want to bring a harmonic relationship between reason and emotions. That they both go hand in hand. And that, a person can neither be completely reasonable nor purely emotional.

During the recent floods in Mumbai, the city was in a condition of disarray. Complete chaos and confusion was the case. But those people weren't a stampeding herd or a manipulated mob. The people didn’t devastate the existing lifestyle, they didn’t throw themselves apart, and they didn’t create any victims. They came as responsible individuals able to project the reality of two or three days ahead and to provide for their own needs. There were people of every age, creed, colour, educational level and economic status. They lived and slept in tents and their cars, some of them in great discomfort yet continued to do so for many days. They projected a general feeling o good will. During those hard times, people sharing a same tent, were strangers, yet they intently heard each other out, tried to ease each other of their pains. It is wonderful to feel, for once, that people aren't vicious, that one doesn’t have to suspect them, and that we've something good in common. They spoke of everything except, the question that is they rational or emotional? Because that didn’t really matter.

So here's my conclusion; this is the genuine feeling of human brotherhood: the brotherhood of values. This is the only authentic form of unity among men – and only values can achieve it. Terms like reason and emotion; rational and irrational; Apollo and Dionysus, disunite us, fragment us and are thus of least importance. What is important is the compassion which one human feels for another when he sees the latter in distress.

THE END.

I don't have any idea what to write in this post. But it gives me a strong feeling, that I can type pages with the thoughts which are racing through my head.

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I am doing something what I always wanted to do. I am television Journalist. I produce shows. I like what I am doing in fact I love it. However, the fact is how long can you keep on doing it? You cannot keep doing it everyday, every moment of your life. Finally, at one point of your life you realize that your day, your life, all the seconds that you are living revolves around that… your job! It might sound good to few of you who are reading this… but then when you are the one who is caught in the tornado it is not too great a situation.

 

Working in a television channel has its own merits and demerits. Merits are few. I realized it after working with this medium for two years now! You cannot take offs just like that! Because if you are working on something, you are the indispensable one to the institution and only if you are dead or you do not, need any money to survive you can take off and QUIT. Then you have the tag of a loser on you! “Oh that’s the person who could not take the television pressure and quit!

 

That is not all!

 

All this frustration and continuous rambling is a result of the recent misery I underwent. Do not want to mention that incident here. Not a very pleasant story that will be too narrate neither my readers will be too happy to listen to it! The point here is maybe I am a bit depressed due to the same. So maybe I am just on a trip where everything is frustrating! Nevertheless, I am still hopeful. I know time is going to get better. New Year is just round the corner. Old wears away and new thrives! Ooowwwcchhh that is not how it sounded in my head! Anyway!

J

At least I am smiling now! Writing always helps me. They are so much better than the unwanted crowd that surrounds you and refuses to leave!

 

Hmm… so maybe the New Year with all its newness, new days, new moments, new seasons, new surprises, new people, and new opportunities will be a pleasant change from what it is now, because however great I feel after writing this piece I still need some change! I am a bit bright now from what I was since morning. I am still hopeful! I like the feeling. I am ready to take up challenges again. I do not care what happened yesterday. I do not care what I did yesterday. I am going to focus on the present. In fact, I will not focus at all maybe. I do not want to. I want to take it all easy, nice, and just let things the way they are! Let them flow like an unstoppable brook and maybe I will just be standing on the edge watching as a curious onlooker. Then after a while when I am ready plunge in and take control of whatever happens next!

 

On that positive and DEV note…. Ciao and see ya all readers in the pleasant new year! I am happy and wish the same for all of you!